If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.
It blows her nipples

Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the e

Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.

The apes yawn and adore their flea
The parrots shriek as if they were
Like cheap tarts to attract the st
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and
Lie still as the sun. The boa-con

Don’t call this world adorable, or
It’s frisky, and a theater for mor
The eyelash of lightning is neithe
The struck tree burns like a pilla
But the blue rain sinks, straight

What is reality?
I am a plaster doll; I pose
with eyes that cut open without la
upon some shellacked and grinning
eyes that open, blue, steel, and c

Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,

Up, black, striped and demasked li
At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai
Paraded the skunk. Night after ni
I expected her like a visitor.
The refrigerator whinnied into sil

The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind’s mouth,
who comes with a breath of ice
from the blue caves of the south.
O dark and fierce day:

I didn’t see it coming
it hit me very hard.
One minute you were with me
the next you were gone.
My heart aches so very much